Okay, it's no question that I was looking forward to my tubal. I know for a fact I do NOT want any more children. This is not in question either. I'm a little miffed at Fred for refusing to get the snip and leaving all our bc up to me. Especially since I can't take the pill, or any form of hormones, and I don't trust let's see, condoms, diaphrams,
or even the ring, iud etc because I know to many people who've gotten pg with them.
So anyway, can someone explain to me why I'm flipping out over the fact I have put myself through a surgery like this? I feel like I've butchered myself as a woman.
Keep in mind ladies, I am at peace in my heart with the concept of NO MORE for me. Then again, I had a odd reaction when I got my tattoo too...
Apparently I don't do well with the concept of permanent?